Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Finally, carefully avoiding the papers full of spells and walking up to Mo Ziqi, Lu Hanfan looked down at the man he hadn't seen for two years.

The outline has hardly changed, it is the same as before, but the skeleton of the boy who used to be is much stronger, and he is a real man now.

He lowered his head and couldn't see the specific expression clearly, but the evil spirit all over his body was more serious than before, giving people a feeling that standing beside him would be hurt by the evil spirit all over his body.

His cousin is no longer the boy he was five years ago.

He has grown up, he is a real man, and he is still a man with a gloomy air, whose aura is so strong that people dare not look at him, even better than the current Mo Xing.

Lu Hanfan's heart was full of complexity.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising.

After all, he, Mo Ziqi, is the real and only heir to the Mo family's Dark Night Empire!

"Ziqi." Lu Hanfan called him.

Mo Ziqi turned a deaf ear, holding a slender pen holder in his big bony hands, scribbling and drawing on the yellow paper. He couldn't see or hear Lu Hanfan's arrival, he only existed in his own world inside.

Symbiosis spell.

If he can activate it once, he can activate it a second time. He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of bloodshed. Now his mind is full of crazy only one thought: his little boy can come back!

"Ziqi, I'm here to see you." Lu Hanfan said.

Mo Ziqi still turned a deaf ear, bowed his head and continued to write and draw. Lu Hanfan reached out and held the upper end of his pen, trying to make him stop, but Mo Ziqi didn't respond at all, and instead dragged his hand to continue. Writing, continuing to draw, chanting mantras over and over again.

"..." Lu Hanfan.If Lu Hanfan is not sad now, it is definitely a lie. He looked at him with worried eyes, forcibly snatched the pen from his hand, and shouted: "Mo Ziqi, I am talking to you, did you hear me?" .”

"..." Mo Ziqi didn't compete with him for pens, he took this one, he turned around to get another one, spread out a new piece of yellow paper and continued to write and draw, his eyes fixed on the pen under his hand. spell.

Before Lu Hanfan came, he told himself not to be angry, not to be angry, but when he really saw his crazy appearance, he couldn't suppress his temper at all. He squatted on the ground, stepped forward and grabbed Mo Ziqi's collar grabbed him: "Mo Ziqi, are you deaf?"

Mo Ziqi's movement of writing the incantation was hindered, he finally raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

But his eyes.

It is often said that the eyes are the windows to the human soul, because the eyes can see a variety of human emotions, whether it is joy or sadness.

And what about Mo Ziqi's eyes?

Lu Hanfan couldn't describe what kind of look that was.

He couldn't see anything from his eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water, without emotion, without emotion, even his face reflected from his eyes looked extraordinarily lifeless.

These are a pair of eyes of the god of death, unpopular eyes of the god of death.

Lu Hanfan looked at him, really angry and hurt, he suddenly pushed him away, stood up, punched him in the face, knocked him to the ground, unable to get up for a long time... But Even so, Mo Ziqi still didn't react at all. After getting up slowly, he picked up a pen next to him and continued to write the spell.